I spent way too much precious time today, with other pressing matters put aside, to find a reasonably priced pot, container soil, and mulch to pot up that clematis I had to transplant to my friend's yard of crummy clay soil. I put it in a square plastic terra cotta colored pot (weatherproof) and put cable ties around the trellis to the porch railing for extra support. To complete the look, I planted bronzy-green leaved deep pink wax begonias around the edge of the container, surrounding the clematis vine with some color.

I came home with some mini-snaps and other annuals for my own garden. Having planted them at the speed of light, for I was losing the light, I went to turn on the hose to water my new transplants. Dry. Not a trickle. So, the power games continue. I can either find some adaptor and attach my hose to my kitchen sink, run it out the window and lower it to the ground, or buy a long extension hose and run it from the spigot in the back of the building. My main concern with the window scenario is letting any mosquitoes in when I raise the screen. I guess I could spritz a little Off! around the window before I raise it just enough to get the hose out and lowered to the ground. Here I went and bought a soaker hose to use less water, I transplanted my clematis so there would be no trellis. The only violation of Mr. Lamebrain's edict I did not comply with was removing my pots of hostas and heucheras which are inside the confines of my garden plot. Not on the porch. Not on the sidewalk. Perhaps I could sink them mostly into the ground. My next door neighbor helped me move the 3 large bags of mulch I had purchased today into my storage room, because there wasn't enough light to see to place it. And I did not want Mr. Lamebrain to have the maintenance guys toss it.

This is plain and simple harassment. Two neighbors told me tonight that they loved my garden, had no issues with anything in it. That's nice to know, but it probably won't get my water turned back on.